Beirut; Island of calamities
An open wound I was born in Beirut sixty one days after the massacre of Sabra and Shatila in 1982. The first memory for me in beirut, the one I can still recall with clarity, happened when I was barely three years old. I remember that there were intense clashes outside our ground floor apartment when suddenly a bullet penetrated through the balcony glass door … Continue reading Beirut; Island of calamities